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Kaia smiles so wide, her shoulders bob up and down in excitement. “I’m Kaia. I’m so freakin’ excited to be here,” she replies, eagerly taking one of the sweet-smelling treats without hesitation.
I smile at Malia. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Hurricane, President of NOLA Defiance. This is a great place you have here,” I tell her.
Kaia takes a huge bite of the roll, letting out a moan that should only be reserved for when I fuck her.
My eyes widen, and Malia chuckles. “I’m glad you approve. Would you like one, Hurricane?”
I put my hand up as if to say no, but Kaia stares me down with a glare that if she could shoot lasers, I’d be dead right now. So, instead of dropping my hand, I grab one. “Thank you, Malia.”
Kaia groans in disapproval.
Malia chuckles, placing her hand on Kaia’s shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. He doesn’t know our culture and customs. He can call me Malia.”
My eyes widen as I turn to Kaia for guidance. I never fucking know what I am doing wrong. She shakes her head, turning to me. “No, he’s here in your country, in your clubhouse. He can learn. Hurricane, you need to call her Aunty Malia or just Aunty. It’s a respect thing.”
Respect is something I can do.
“My apologies. I know a little bit about the Hawaiian culture being married to Kaia, but never having been here and seeing it all firsthand, I’m a newbie to all this. I apologize, Aunty Malia.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there is nothing to forgive. Come, let’s meet the others.” She turns and starts walking toward the other guys while I glance at Kaia and grimace. “Was I a real dick just now?”
She chuckles. “No, you’re doing fine. Just take a bite of the roll before we meet the brothers.”
Nodding, I bring the sugary treat to my lips and take a huge bite. The coconut milk glaze hits my lips first, and the cinnamon bursts as I chew into the soft center of the roll. My head snaps to Kaia and she chuckles, grinning at me like she understands the heaven that has exploded in my mouth. “Fuck me!” I groan through my mouthful.
She licks her fingers clean, devouring the last of hers as we follow Malia to the other guys by the pool table. As we approach, I scarf the last of my roll down, and they all turn, smiling big, happy grins. Malia steps up to them, jabbing one of them in the ribs. He jumps up and spins, turning to face us. He’s the size of a damn truck. His muscles are massive but stocky. He has tribal tattoos everywhere, but he has a kind face beneath all the alarming stature.
He puts out his hand for me to shake. “Hurricane, I presume?” he states.
“Yeah, this is my Old Lady, Kaia. Thought we’d pop in seein’ as we’re here on vacation.”
He chuckles, turning to Kaia. “How long since you’ve been back home?”
She lets out a wistful sigh. “A really long time.”
“Glad you could pop by. I’m Mauka, the club’s VP, and you’ve already met my Old Lady, Malia. This here is Koa. He’s the Sergeant at Arms. Next, we have Wipeout, who’s our resident surfer and tech genius. Then we have our enforcer, Chopsticks. I’m assuming you met Haole, the prospect out front?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah… you could say that. It’s good to meet y’all.”
Kaia glances around the clubhouse. “So it’s just you guys, then?”
Mauka chuckles. “We don’t need many brothers or the facilities to recruit more. We don’t get a lot of trouble. We do our thing, keep to ourselves, run our business, and it seems to work well for us.”
“And what is your business?” I ask.
The guys all look at Mauka, and he grins. “I’m not at liberty to say. If Pres wants to tell you, he will, but I won’t discuss club business without consent.”
Raising my hands, I smile. “I get you… and understand completely.”
“I hear there are some out-of-towners in here?” a deep, bellowing voice calls out.
We turn to see a tall, well built man who looks like The Rock, if I am honest, walking toward me.
What is it about these Hawaiians? They’re all so fucking big? Puts my muscles to shame!
“Pono?” I ask.
He steps up, towering over me. I’m easily six foot two, so I’d hate to guess how tall this guy is. Pono offers his hand for me to shake. “Hurricane?”
